It’s our final day at the shore. The week has been completely restful except for our daily walks along the shore. We set some aggressive goals. Walk to ‘the pier’. The pier we cannot see until we’re halfway there. We had no idea how far ‘the pier’ actually might be from our location. We managed one and a half hour walks (round trip) most days very well. Didn’t make it to ‘the pier’, though.
One of the most amusing things about the daily journey is watching the adorable little sandpipers diligently find their food at the shoreline. They know exactly when a wave is about the roll over the sand bringing their next snack. They run quickly ahead of the wave, never being caught in the water. So interesting to watch them run like mad just ahead of the water, then dash quickly to pick up the bits of food deposited by the surf.
As we watched them every day, we are also dodging waves and we have laughingly now dubbed our deft moves as ‘doing the sandpiper’. We are usually successful at dodging the rogue waves and we high five each other on our newest sandpiper moves.
By Thursday, the days are fleeting and no pier, yet. Lots of sandpiper moves, but we have to set our sail for ‘the pier’. We have no idea how far away the pier might be, because there are no signposts on the beach. However, Thursday is the day. Destination – ‘the pier’. We feel strong and confident. We walk and walk and walk. We know certain markers are ‘the 30 minute mark’, ‘the 45 minute mark’, the ‘we better find a bathroom mark’, but no pier. We continue the trek through the sand.
Finally – it’s there! Like a beacon – our harbour – our goal! The Pier! YAY! Guess what? There is no beach cab. Now what? We revel for one minute, turn around and trudge back. We reached home, had some water, ate some fruit and slept. We also decided to do it again on Friday, but planned on carrying some money so we could ‘legally’ use their bathroom, compliments of a pier restaurant drink.
Off we go – winds have been very high. Surf is pounding. We do the sandpiper, but we also need to make some serious footprints. We felt quite smug upon arrival – lemonade and a bathroom. Winds so strong, we feel it best not to walk on the beach, but find our way through the streets back ‘home’. We are lagging – pushing against the wind proving to be quite the chore. What’s wrong with us? We feel so tired. FINALLY, we reach our blessed place of rest. We were very curious to see the distance of beach walking and why it took so long.
I got in the car after my orange and my nap and clocked the distance – 6 miles round trip on both days! No wonder. We did feel triumphant at the accomplishment, but we might have dialed it back a little on day 2 – our legs were begging us not to marathon the beach again, after all.
‘Doing the sandpiper’ is not as easy as it looks!